9th Circle Lord

First, I headed to the livestock ranch in the backyard of the inn.

There were ducks, chickens and rabbits, and Luther chose rabbits.

A large red eye of white fur clumps was plagued, but twisted his neck without a pontoon.

Peeled the leather and trimmed the viscera.

The owner of the inn, who was watching, raised his head.

I wanted to do something, but there was nothing special about it.

‘It's a good way to trim. ’

The process of grabbing rabbits, peeling leather and cooking is very smooth.

I don't think he's a chef.

After cooking, Luther puts rabbit meat on a tray.

The innkeeper's eyes narrowed.

The dishes I brought out were nothing.

I baked rabbit meat just like I did a little while ago.

He doubted Luther's qualities.

Rabbit meat is crunchy and tasteless unless you learn seasoning and oil well.

However, Luther roasted the meat and took out the oil.

It couldn't have been tasty.

Doubts soon led to an interrogation.

“Is this really all you did? ”

The innkeeper's voice was raised.

It also contains a warning that if you don't like it, you won't stand still.

Luther shrugs in his suspicions.

“Try and judge. ”

“If you don't like it, you should pay for the rabbit you cooked. ”

The owner of the inn who laid the furnace took off a piece of meat and put it in his mouth.

The eyes of the owner of the inn are fluttering.

“Huh? Is this rabbit meat? ”

Softer than beef and more sugary than pork.

“This is delicious! This is awesome!”

Luther asked the chef who was breathing admiration.

“What do you think? Isn't this enough proof? ”

“My name is Germain. Good luck in the future. ”

Germann smiled like a fuzzy man and poisoned Luther.

Luther's new job was a cook.

There is a great cook, and it's a waste of time not to tell.

German makes all kinds of blunders about the city and shows up as a chef who will marvel at his inn.

People were curious, and those who knew Germans laughed.

The inn I run was ruined, so I even said I had a psychic line.

However, those who were in German's unfounded confidence and found an inn were not impressed.

It was not glamorous in appearance, but the taste was abundant.

Poor appearance seemed good.

Luther's cooking was different.

The bread was crisp on the outside and soft on the inside, and the soup ordered was full of flavors.

Not to mention the meat dishes.

German's unfounded confidence was eaten up and the rumors soon spread.

A week later, German's Inn was transformed into a fine dining room.

As the number of people sought increased, even though they had money, their position was difficult.

German had a happy day.

A ghost inn outside the city that no one is looking for has been transformed into a high-end restaurant for nobles only.

Money blows like snow and the restaurant is a sacred business.

Luther was a golden goose in his eyes.

German was a big boy who rolled in, so he looked up to Luther.

The number of employees in the restaurant that gained expansion increased.

German had two children, the eldest daughter Melissa and the youngest son Colin.

He frequently brought Melissa into the restaurant kitchen.

The reason was simple.

After grooming the ingredients, the deputy chefs showed up at the restaurant entrance and approached Luther as a belly step.

“Chef, I'm here again. ”

I almost knew who the word came from again.

Luther, who was cutting potatoes, turned his head.

Melissa in the red dress is coming to the kitchen confidently.

Chest bones were shattered and cremated.

The deputy chefs raised Melissa's breasts.

“You must be tired, too. ”

“I mean, it's been a long day. ”

“Well, it's good to be an eyesore. ”

Their Nusre Luther shrugs.

“That's good for you guys. ”

“Ike! Coming. ”

The auxiliary chefs, who saw her coming, hurriedly retreated.

Melissa didn't like who was next to Luther.

Melissa smiles brightly as she enters the kitchen without hesitation.

“Hello, Luther. ”

My voice is tempting.

Luther nods.

“Here we are again. Miss Melissa.”

“Have you seen the weather outside? It's not so sunny, but why don't you take a little walk? ”

“As you can see, there's a lot of work to do. ”

“Don't do that. Take a look around. ”

Melissa stretches her arms alongside Luther and tightens her chest.

The auxiliary chefs who were stealing swallowed the saliva.

Luther gently revealed his refusal.

“I'm sorry. I can't move because I'm busy. ”

Melissa reveals her tears when the condensation doesn't work.

“Isn't it time for you to know my heart? ”

“I know, and as I said before, it's a no. ”

“Too much.”

Melissa leaves the kitchen with a tearful breeze.

I wasn't the only assistant cook who watched all of this.

“Uh-huh!”

German approaches Slummy Luther, who shows up coughing.

He asked if it wasn't.

“You don't like my daughter? ”

Luther knew German was deeply involved in this.

He refused.

“I don't like it, but I'm leaving soon. ”

“I can't believe I left. Where? ”

“It's good everywhere. ”

“What am I supposed to do here? ”

Luther smiles at German's wool.

“The rest of the chefs will do well. ”

Not as good as yourself, but do it soon and it won't fall apart much without you.

German pleaded with his heart to catch Luther's crotch.

“Please stay. I'll give you my daughter and the whole restaurant. ”

“Nature has a wandering wall, so I can't help it. ”

“Phew.”

German sighed deeply and said with a helpless face.

“I'll give you enough time, so think about it. ”

“I've already made up my mind. ”

“Hey, man! Connection isn't that easy. Think about the people who have been in antiquity for a long time. ”

German leaves the kitchen as if he doesn't want to hear more.

The auxiliary cooks are approaching Urr.

Their faces were filled with regret.

“Chef, are you leaving? ”

Luther smiled at the regrets of the chefs, like deer's eyes.

“If you have a meeting, you can break up. Don't be sad.”

Despite what he said, the chefs' expressions were not easily unraveled.

In the meantime, Luther was kind to all the chefs.

He taught me how to cook generously and pinched mistakes, but encouragement was also not spared.

I said I would leave, and I am full of regrets.

However, I can't help but feel hardened.

“Say good-bye. ”

“Don't do that, it's nothing but regret. ”

“When are you leaving? ”

“I usually like to leave suddenly. ”

“Sounds like you're leaving without saying anything. ”

In their regrets, Luther looked around the restaurant with indifference.

“In the meantime, it was quite fun. ”

My life as a cook is also quite good.

Luther asked me to sweeten the chefs who regret looking for the next job.

When the night ripens, the restaurant is full of guests.

Luther brings her cooking and welcomes her intimate energy.

His expression was strange.

“It's him. ”

German enters the kitchen terribly before the muttering is over.

“Here comes the precious one. ”

“Who is it?”

“You are Viscount Alberts, the financier of Oreol. You have to treat her really well. ”

The finance minister is a scary person now or in the future.

Since I am a tax bookkeeper, I am particularly afraid of zero-rated merchants.

It is an instant of tension, as he then visits.

Luther looks at the door with interesting eyes at Alberts.

At the end of the day, Duchess Alberts appeared and his armed middle-aged wife appeared.

German approaches with a crooked look at the appearance of a long-grown middle-aged man.

“Ouch. Here come the precious ones. It's an honor. Thank you for coming. ”

“I don't want you to be upset that you have a great cook. ”

“Whether or not. ”

Alternating between German's polite attitude and that of Duke Alberts, Luther grabbed a busy chef and asked.

“Do you know Duke Alberts? ”

“Not the most famous couple in the city. I was rumored to like gold. ”

“Yes? What kind of person is the little one? ”

“You're famous for being rigid. ”

“Any bad reputation?” Well. "I don't know, but I've never heard of bad news. ”

“I see.”

Luther looked inside and out of the Alberts.

When they showed up, everyone in the restaurant knew the letter.

He was a well-known figure within the city.

Luther was unaware of me.

‘You're adapting. ’

The identity of the Alberts, both inside and outside, was that of the Devil King's renegade, Sanax, and Naxanor-man Siena.

I changed my appearance and changed my identity, but I couldn't avoid Luther's eyes.

‘You look so golden. It still looks like time has passed. ’

Sanax pulls out his chair and Siena looks at Sanax with her loving eyes.

Luther had a strange feeling about being happy with the two of them.

‘After a long time, those two won't change. Maybe it was the right thing not to remove them. ’

In the meantime, the cooking took place.

During the course, Sanax and Siena had a friendly conversation.

German came into the kitchen and asked Luther.

“I heard Duke Alberts liked the dishes. He wants to meet the chef. ”

“I will.”

Luther said yes.

When German and I headed to the table, Sanax knew the sieve.

“Are you the General Chef of German's Restaurant? I've tasted an excellent dish. It was great.”

Sanax praised Luther's cooking skills.

“Do you have any secrets? ”

“That's a secret. ”

“Haha. I forgot to ask the cook how to cook. ”

They didn't recognize Luther's identity.

There was also a change in the appearance of the day, and there was a lack of capacity to find the identity of the hidden Luther.

Luther alternates the pleasant expressions of Sanax and Siena and fixes his thoughts within a week.

‘Sometimes it's better not to know. ’

No matter how they felt about themselves, I didn't want to remind them of the past.

Luther confronted him moderately.

“I'm not as proud as I am of the chef. Thank you.”

“What's your name? ”

“This is Luther.”

“Luther?”

Sanax's expression was strange.

But he was also brief.

Sanax raises a glass of wine.

“I'd like to toast to the chef Luther, who made me taste excellent dishes. ”

“Good.”

Germando lifted a glass of wine in a lump.

Luther suggested it.

“Can I have a toast? ”

“Whatever.”

“I read these passages in a book I read before. ‘Everyone has secrets.’. I hope we all keep our secrets quiet. ”

Sanax and Siena, who watched Luther for a while, laughed bitterly.

“Yes, everyone has a secret. ”

“I didn't know how to cook, so I went to bed. ”

In a smoky atmosphere, they broke up again.

Luther nods at Sanax and Siena as she leaves.

‘I don't think it's good to stop by. ’

It's good for them not to see each other again.

‘We have to leave now. ’

I enjoyed working as a chef, but I want to try more experiences.

Luther suddenly left like when she came to German's shabby inn.

Leaving a letter, the city's spiraling router follows a path that is as untouched as a traveller without setting a destination as before.